The Finish Line (The Ravenhood, #3)

by Kate Stewart

Trying to reason with love is fucking pointless. It doesn’t care about your reasons, right or wrong. Love has no regard for circumstance, nor does it give a fuck what state it puts you in. It’s a relentless and unforgiving emotion that will never let you lie to yourself.

“I will kill anyone who threatens you. Anyone. I will fucking end them, Cecelia. I won’t think twice, and I won’t lose sleep over it.”

I claimed her then as mine to have, mine to touch, mine to possess, fucking mine.” Cecelia shuts her eyes, fisting her hands on the counter. I lift my eyes to Greg, who looks like he’s about to shit his silk boxers. “And so, I would very much appreciate it if you would stop fucking looking at my future as if she may be yours. The answer is no, Greg, she won’t be dining with you.”

“Don’t disrespect women, period. They’re twice as evolved as most men will ever be. Don’t take your shit out on them, either. It’s a sign of weakness, and they aren’t punching bags. They’re a sanctuary, and you need to figure that out quick.”

I’m the devil you chose.” “And who am I?” “You’re the angel who constantly stabs me in the ass with my own pitchfork.”

the recognition of a destination I never thought I would find again: home.